bothered
by the parting
and not
by the red
of the sea
my mind goes
to the same place
to be unique.
it is here
I worship your son
even as he models
disguises
for the father
I’m not.
as for my own
son
I am his memory
of where he put
the earth.
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 1:52 PM UTC
bothered
by the parting
and not
by the red
of the sea
my mind goes
to the same place
to be unique.
it is here
I worship your son
even as he models
disguises
for the father
I’m not.
as for my own
son
I am his memory
of where he put
the earth.
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